Get ready for another good news/not such good news appraisal: on the plus side, CS2's loaded to the gills with damned spectacular Euro-sluts, whose deep desire to please rivals even the most carnivorous of domestic whoredom. On the minus side - how many d.p.'s and double vag/ass stuffings can your customers handle without having their eyes roll up in their collective heads due to overkill?

Set in your typical faux-Renaissance mini-manse, it sometimes feels as if the crowd of extras from Troy go balling through these rooms. Laura Lion's scene reaches the peak of population with four guys all vying for a dip into her hungry holes. No doubt about it, this gal gets worked over like a rented mule, inhaling more uncut knockwurst than a Polish barbeque while the others poke her roughly from every possible longitude. (Your nastier clientele will appreciate the jizz-in-champagne-glass routine that caps off the segment.)

Slightly reduced versions of this sort of action bookend this effort. Each is worthy in its own right, but viewers may have to call in a few sick days at work just to catch up. What CS2 delivers in quantity, it lacks somewhat in quality - not on the technical side, but rather in fervor. Once the bodies begin to pile up like a fleshy wreck on the Autobahn, chemistry gives way to sheer spectacle.